What, You Think a Trash Soul Grandmaster Is Worthy of Being My Teacher?

Grandmaster had no idea that because of his words, Tang San had already begun imagining Immortal Herbs.

Grandmaster stopped and looked at Tang San with a serious expression.

"But no matter how much Lin Qingmo's physique improves, it is only external power."

"Without Spirit Rings, spirit skills, or Soul Bones, his path as a Soul Master will ultimately not go far."

"As Soul Power rises, Soul Masters need to absorb more Spirit Rings and Soul Bones and master stronger spirit skills. That is a Soul Master's true strength."

"Lin Qingmo has no Spirit Rings. Perhaps at his current one-ring stage, where the improvement is not obvious, he can rely on his superior physical condition."

"But once Xiao San absorbs his Second and Third Spirit Rings, Lin Qingmo will definitely be no match for him."

Yu Xiaogang walked over to Tang San and placed both hands on his shoulders.

"Xiao San, you possess Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls."

"And with my guidance, your talent and future will far surpass Lin Qingmo's."

His voice was full of encouragement, as though he were lighting a lamp.

"This failure only happened because his physical condition is temporarily stronger than yours."

"But that gap can be made up. As long as you cultivate diligently and raise your Soul Power."

"Master your spirit skills, and you will definitely surpass him in the future!"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes lit up again.

The dejection on his face gradually faded, replaced by determination.

That was right. He possessed Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls.

He also had his teacher's careful guidance. His future was bright.

What did Lin Qingmo have? Just a useless Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power at level four.

So what if his physical condition was strong right now?

Douluo Continent was ultimately a world of Martial Souls!

Without a powerful Martial Soul and Spirit Rings, he would ultimately be nothing more than a fleeting bloom.

As long as he cultivated diligently, he would surpass Lin Qingmo sooner or later!

"Grandmaster, I understand!"

Tang San clenched his fists, fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.

"I'll cultivate diligently and raise my strength as soon as possible!"

"One day, I'll defeat him fair and square!"

The youth's voice rang out powerfully through the room.

Seeing Tang San regain his confidence, Yu Xiaogang nodded in satisfaction.

"That's more like it! Setbacks are inevitable on the path of cultivation."

"What matters is that you must not give up. Learn from your failures."

He walked to the medicine cabinet and took out a bottle of healing medicine.

"Go back and recover properly first. Once you're healed..."

He turned and handed the medicine bottle to Tang San, his gaze serious.

"I'll formulate a stricter cultivation plan for you."

"Strive to break through level twenty as soon as possible and absorb your Second Spirit Ring!"

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Tang San accepted the medicine bottle and bowed deeply.

Though his face still hurt, his heart was filled with warmth.

His teacher's trust and encouragement worked better than any medicine.

He turned and left the office, his footsteps steady and resolute.

His footsteps echoed down the corridor, gradually fading away.

Inside the office, Yu Xiaogang sat back down in his chair.

He picked up Lin Qingmo's file and examined it carefully once more.

The Soul Guidance Lamp shone over the paper, illuminating the clear handwriting.

"He didn't use his Martial Soul or Spirit Rings, relying only on his physical condition..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his brow furrowing slightly.

"This Lin Qingmo is rather interesting."

He put down the file and gazed at the starry sky outside the window.

The night breeze stirred the curtains, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

"What a pity that he has a useless Martial Soul, and his Innate Soul Power is so low."

He sighed softly, regret in his voice.

Yet after a moment, he still made a decision.

"I'll go see him tomorrow."

"Perhaps I can figure out why his physical condition is so formidable."

"If it can help Tang San's cultivation..."

He stood up and blew out the Soul Guidance Lamp.

The office sank into darkness, with only starlight filtering through the window.

Yu Xiaogang's figure melted into the night like a statue lost in thought.

The forest path at Notting Academy was bathed in the lingering glow of the setting sun.

Lin Qingmo hummed a tune as he strolled leisurely through the mottled shadows of the trees.

A breeze passed by, making the Blue Silver Grass beside the path sway gently.

Suddenly, a figure blocked his way.

The newcomer was unshaven, pale-faced, and had hollow-looking eyes.

He stood with his hands behind his back, trying hard to straighten his slightly hunched spine.

"You're Lin Qingmo, the boy who defeated Xiao San?"

Yu Xiaogang deliberately lowered his voice.

His scrutinizing gaze traveled over Lin Qingmo, trying to see through the youth's secrets.

Lin Qingmo stopped and tilted his head.

The sunset stretched his shadow long behind him, while an amused smile rested on his face.

"You mean Little Scumbag?"

He picked at his ear, looking as disgusted as though he were swatting away a fly.

"He's so weak. Wouldn't it be easy to knock him down with two or three punches?"

Yu Xiaogang's brows instantly twisted into a knot.

His disciple being belittled like this made his expression turn ugly.

Yet that utterly undisguised confidence around Lin Qingmo...

It was a self-assurance that came from deep within his bones.

It made Yu Xiaogang vaguely feel that the youth might truly have something to rely on.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging anger in his chest.

"It is good for young people to have pride, but you must not be arrogant."

Yu Xiaogang softened his tone and assumed the manner of an elder.

"I can see that you have good talent. Why not take me as your teacher?"

He lifted his chin slightly, trying hard to maintain his dignity.

I'll subdue this brat first, then slowly investigate his secret.

Lin Qingmo blinked, feigning confusion.

"Who are you?"

He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking as lazy as a cat basking in the sun.

Yu Xiaogang puffed out his chest, his voice becoming somewhat louder.

"I am the man known as the number one theoretician in the Soul Master world, 'Grandmaster'!"

He spoke with clear, precise diction, as though announcing something extraordinary.

"Grandmaster?"

Lin Qingmo sized him up from head to toe, from his messy hair to his old robes.

Then he let out a snort of laughter, the sound especially crisp in the twilight.

"Heh, what level is your Soul Power?"

The light question fell like a feather.

Yet it made Yu Xiaogang freeze on the spot.

"..."

He opened his mouth, but it was as though something had lodged in his throat.

After stammering for a long time, his old face reddened slightly.

"Twenty... twenty-nine..."

His voice grew quieter and quieter until it was almost inaudible.

"Pfft—"

Lin Qingmo doubled over with laughter, nearly laughing himself to tears.

He braced himself against a tree by the roadside, his shoulders shaking nonstop.

"You're already dozens of years old, and you're only a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster?"

He wiped the corner of his eye, his tone full of disbelief.

"And you call yourself a Grandmaster? You still want to be my teacher?"

As he spoke, he patted his own chest and flashed a brilliant smile.

"My teacher is a Title Douluo-level existence!"

He deliberately drew out his words, stressing every syllable heavily.

"A piece of trash like you? I wouldn't even look twice at you."

With that, he turned away coolly and continued walking forward while humming his tune.

The setting sun dragged his shadow long behind him, giving him an unrestrained air.

He did not care in the slightest about Yu Xiaogang's livid expression behind him.

The word "trash" was like a knife stabbing viciously into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging on the backs of his hands.

His rage surged straight to his head, making his entire body tremble.

But the words "Title Douluo teacher" made him hesitate again.

If it was true... he could not afford to offend him at all.

Uncertain whether it was true or not.

Being someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong, he could only pretend to remain calm and snort coldly at the receding figure.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!"

His voice was loud, but it carried a trace of guilt.

After putting on a show, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

His steps were somewhat hurried, and he nearly tripped over a stone at the roadside.

Yet he could only swallow this humiliation whole.

It left his chest tight and his breathing heavy.